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Esme. The door suddenly swung open.He stood there in the doorway, frozen, keys still in his hand. His eyes widened in shock as they took in the sight: me, naked except for his own black shirt hanging open.My legs spread wide on his bed, fingers buried knuckle-deep in my dripping cunt while apple juice and my own slick ran down my thighs in a shiny stream.“What the fuck are you doing?”His voice was low, rough, almost dangerous. But I wasn’t afraid.I didn’t even stop. Instead, I smiled, slow and sultry, letting my fingers curl inside myself so he could hear the wet, filthy sounds. The apple slices shifted deeper with the motion, and a fresh gush of sweet juice squirted out around them. “Something got stuck inside my pussy,” I purred, voice thick with lust. “And the mirror in my room is broken. So I needed yours to see what’s inside me.”Ryan’s jaw flexed. His gaze dropped to my spread thighs, to the obscene sight of my stuffed, leaking cunt, then back up to my face. His c

Esme. Ryan’s eyes burned into mine as if he’d finally snapped; that storm-gray stare dark with a feral hunger held my gaze.He raised the second glistening apple slice between his fingers, my slick dripping down his knuckles in sticky threads.I watched, heart hammering, as he brought it to his mouth and bit down hard. His jaw flexed. A low, guttural groan tore out of his chest, raw and guttural, like tasting me had just unlocked a very wild animal.“Fuck, Esme,” he rasped, voice wrecked.“There’s a last one,” I whispered, wanting to watch him.He dug in quickly, fished out the third slice and popped it into his mouth with a crunch.“So…how do I taste?”He shook his head, his eyes dark, his grin sharp. “Like pure fucking sin.”He shoved my thighs wider apart with those big, rough hands—hands that dwarfed Julian’s—and buried his face between my legs with a growl that made my spine tingle. His mouth was hot, greedy, tongue flat and wide as he dragged it up my soaked slit in one lo

Chloe.On Thanksgiving Day, I fucked my twin brother. I knew it was wrong. A sin. A fucking taboo to anybody that heard, but I didn’t care.It was supposed to be a day of family and celebration, not the day I would be craving my twin brother like a desperate, cock-starved slut who couldn’t keep her pregnant pussy from dripping at the thought of him.I was six months along with my husband Henry’s baby, my belly round and heavy, my tits swollen and leaking a little into my bra every time I got even slightly turned on—which was constantly now, thanks to the hormones.I was supposed to be the picture of a glowing, devoted wife, sitting beside my loving husband at the long oak table in our family home, surrounded by roasted turkey, cranberry sauce, and the easy laughter of relatives.Instead, I was clenching my thighs under the tablecloth, my soaked panties sticking to my swollen folds, while my mind replayed the same filthy memory on a loop: the night I first tasted my twin brother, Ca

Chloe.I couldn’t speak. My mind fracturing into a storm of twisted and deranged fantasies, I’d ever had.I wanted him to grab me by the hair, shove that massive cock down my throat until I gagged loud enough for Henry to hear downstairs. I wanted him to bend me over the sink, yank my soaked panties aside, and slam every veiny inch into my dripping married cunt while he growled, “Take your twin brother’s cock, you pregnant little slut. Milk me with that greedy pussy.”I wanted him to call me his little cumslut as he stretched me wider than Henry ever could, then pump me so full of his hot cum that it leaked out around his shaft and mixed with Henry’s baby in my belly.I stopped breathing.I was completely and utterly fucked, because I knew that my twin brother’s cock—bigger, thicker, more dangerously perfect than I had ever imagined—was right here, and every filthy, depraved inch of my pregnant body was screaming for him to destroy me with it.As I tried to cover my burning face,

ChloeCaleb wordlessly obeyed and I climbed onto the bed after him.My pregnant belly adjusted over him, the weight distributed over his lap as I sat to catch my breath some more.My soaked pussy rubbed and pulsed against his thighs, sweat running between my breasts. He lay back against the pillows, smirking at me, his dick hard and ready for me. It was still wet with my juices and it shone so deliciously.I straddled him with a challenging smile, gripping the thick base and lining the fat head up in my entrance.“You sure, you can ride me?”I laughed. “With a little help, I can ride you all night.”He chuckled and gripped my hips on each side to steady me.I placed my palms on his chest and sank down slowly, inch by thick inch, on his throbbing cock.We moaned together. “Fuck!”I stopped when my ass rested against his heavy balls and my swollen belly pressed on his abs.“Oh my god—yes…” I gasped, eyes rolling back. He was so deep I could feel him pressing against my walls, the pre